Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Dźwięk


Interfejs


Poziom trudności


Akcent



język interfejsu

pl

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Polityka Cookie   |   Wsparcie   |   FAQ
1
zarejestruj się / zaloguj
Lyrkit

podarować

5$

Lyrkit

podarować

10$

Lyrkit

podarować

20$

Lyrkit

I/lub wesprzyj mnie w mediach społecznościowych. sieci:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Jae Millz

The Walk Out

 

The Walk Out

(album: Dead Presidents 2 - 2013)


[Intro:]
I guess this is where the credits roll, just like rollin on
Fuck it
Smoke something bitch

[Verse:]
Ok I know these niggas think they swaggin right?
But at the rate these niggas goin
And the rate that I'm flowin
I ain't racin, I'm floatin on the track
Double time, watch me lappin twice
Killa's career, email it to his after life
They said they want that old Millz back
So I brought that old Millz back
Now your favorite ghost ain't half as nice
Niggas throwin darts like I don't catch em
And get attention when he was reachin so now he stretchin
This all rap til somebody stretchin
Now our funeral arrangement and a trip to heaven
You hear them horns nigga?
Where I'm from you could die for talkin fowl
And really be dead wrong nigga
I run circles round these niggas
All caught up in they emotions
Put some skulks around these niggas
Talkin bout bricks and ain't no work around these niggas
You's a middle's man middleman little man
I don't give two flyin fucks about your rap or who you with
And I am too fly to fuck that bullshit you call your bitchin
I be too high for fuckerie
That's why I pray to the Lord above
He keep me far away from where you suckas be
Ain't nobody in this world gotta fuck with me
I'm Gucci long as I know Harlem got love for me
Sound real ignorant, don't I?
But only judge what you see through your own eyes
Medicated weed got me in a coma
That nig got you low, I'm high, oh my
They woke me up now he is back
I had someone tell me I fell off
Uh I needed that
Millz

[Outro:]
I had someone tell me I fell off
Uh I needed that
Word!
DP2
Vintage
I'm out B

zrobione

Czy dodałeś wszystkie nieznane słowa z tej piosenki?